twelve

Twelve years have gone since my mother died and it will be coming up on ten for my dad. It’s really strange to comprehend that they are out of my life. As a child I ran to them over and over again and as I grew up, although less frequently, I never stopped running.

We really loved each other and I am warmed with the thought that despite the reported news every morning and despite all of the movies and music that speaks to the contrary there are billions of people that have or had what I had but why aren’t we using that to bring us together?

No matter who you are or what your experience has been, we share a very deep human bond. We are united by the things we experience and live. I think we need to spend more time every day talking about things that matter and remembering those we love who are no longer here.

I’m not sure what to make of death, but one thing I know for sure is that life is beautiful. I think that is the lesson. That despite anything and all that can possibly happen to any of us, life is deeply meaningful.

If life isn’t, we have to make it meaningful. We have to live and give our life meaning. It’s never too late because as long as there is breath and life inside you, there is infinite possibility.